Page 64 of Hockey 101

Just about to, I reply.

Okay, come on in. I’ll be back in a second, I have to talk to Sunny. Sunny is another RA in Humphrey. I step inside as she squeezes around me to leave.

Wait, I grab her around the waist and pull her into me. You look beautiful.

She puts her hands on my chest and I kiss her curving lips, darting my tongue out for a taste of her honeyed mouth. Andy kisses me back, then pushes me away. She puts her finger on my lips.

Mark my spot. I’ll be right back. She disappears down the hall.

I liked Andy’s room from the moment I first took refuge in here. It feels cozy and safe. I hang up my coat and put the cake I picked up on her desk. Then I look around. No journal in sight this time. Not that I’d read it again, but if it accidentally fell open at the latest entry—I’d sure like to know how she feels about me. Andy keeps her feelings tamped down.

I feel a little nervous and decide to take a piss. Andy’s bathroom is warm and full of girl scents. I finish up, then wash my hands and dry them on a damp towel. I pick up a bottle of Andy’s body oil and pop it open to take a sniff—instantly I’m transported to the warm, soft place between her breasts. Also, instantly, my dick gets hard.

I really hope we’re on the same page tonight. Maybe the guys are getting my hopes up for nothing. Of course, it’s fine if we don’t have sex—but if we do, I really want it to be good for her. It’s not like Andy will dump me if our first time sucks… but I’d like to impress her.

I straighten her bath towel. Suddenly, everything clicks. Andy just took a shower too—the bathroom is still humid. She trades off responsibilities with Sunny if either one of them needs a night off. She’s wearing a low-cut sweater with her hair down—things she knows I really like. If Andy had a sex prep checklist, she’s checked off every item.

I sit on her desk chair and spin around with a huge grin. And then something else hits me—I already know Andy’s kinks. She wrote that she likes to be submissive and out-of-control. I’ve never done shit like that, but the idea is very appealing—especially with Andy.

Fuck. It’s suddenly very hot in here. I pull off my sweater. My T-shirt comes half-off too, and as I’m pulling it back down, I realize that Andy’s back. She’s staring at my exposed abs, and her lips are parted. She runs her pink tongue over her lower lip.

So, I peel off the T-shirt instead.

Oh, wow, she whispers.

I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the soft pink of her tongue as she licks her lips.

Your turn, I say.

She blinks. My turn?

To take off your top, I urge.

She nods slowly and unbuttons her sweater to reveal a lacy red bra that lifts her luscious breasts and barely conceals her nipples. Then Andy goes further and pulls down her black pants too. She stands in front of me in only the skimpy bra and a red thong—looking fucking incredible.

Beautiful, I breathe. Now, turn around.

She rotates slowly, moving fluidly the way she dances. I get my first glimpse of her rounded ass, split neatly by the red thread of the thong. Even her back is sexy, especially the dip where it curves into her ass. Andy tosses her head back so her hair trails down her back.

I groan. She knows exactly what I like, and I can’t wait another second. I yank the rest of my clothes off. Then I stand behind her and lift her hair to kiss the back of her neck. The second she feels my lips on her skin, she presses her ass into me and my hard cock wedges between her plump ass cheeks. It’s fucking paradise.

We stand like this for a long moment as I kiss along her spine. Then I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. When I lay her down, she smiles up at me.

Was the dessert just a ruse to get into my bedroom? she asks with half-closed eyes.

I chuckle. Nope. There is dessert. But I have better things to eat first.

I lie down beside her and run one finger along the slope of her breast to where the red lace of the bra begins. Her warm flesh seems to rise to my touch. I press my palm over her breast, feeling the nub of her nipple. Then I curve my fingers to cup the soft weight of her breast. I lean over and kiss her again, probing her mouth with my tongue.

Andy runs her soft hands over my shoulders and back. Then she touches my pec and stops.

Her eyes widen. You have a big bruise here.

From hockey. I don’t even notice them anymore, I reassure her.

But she sweetly kisses the dark mark and makes it feel better.

I reach back to unhook her bra and discard it. Her round breasts spring free, and my hands cup them, squeezing and lifting as Andy sighs.

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